Lisa sat her enormous backside down on their bed, causing it to sag under her weight. She thought a moment. “I have an idea,” she said.
Eric replied, “I’m listening.”
“Since we’re done changing, let’s make a new rule: I get to dress you and you get to dress me.” She held out her hand. “Deal?”
Eric smiled and shook her hand in agreement. “Deal.” He stood up and made room for Lisa to reach the computer. “I guess since it’s your idea. You get to go first.”
The bed groaned with relief as she stood up and planted herself in front of the computer. “Where’s the clothing options?”
“Here,” Eric pointed to the screen, while standing over her shoulder. “There’s lots of sub-menus. Just click on-”
“Enough, I see it.” She said. “Now back away. I want this to be a surprise.”
Eric stood waiting for what felt like several minutes listening to mouse clicks and typing. “Almost done?” he asked.
“Not even close, Sweetie,” She said. “I’m working on something special for you.”
Out of boredom his hands started exploring his new ultra-feminine curves. God, he was sexy. He noticed his huge dick start to stiffen as he felt up his giant nipples. There was also a sympathetic dampness below from his new pussy. He stifled a moan. It felt so good, this body, every inch of it. It was built, head-to-toe, for sex after all. He was so wrapped up in touching himself that he didn’t notice at first when the clicking and typing had stopped.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Eric was pulled out of his reverie. Lisa had swiveled the chair around and was now staring at him quizzically with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.
“Eh,” he said and let his nipples go. He was sure he was blushing. “Just passing the time.”
She smiled. “Nipples are really fun,” she said. “Believe me. I know.” She spun around in her chair and said, “Okay, ready?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He stood up straight and readied himself for his new outfit. Click. Suddenly, his body felt constricted as fabric wrapped around him from out of nowhere. In a second the change was over. He felt squeezed. Looking down, he saw his breasts pushed up out of a tight corset. Below, white lace and fine pink satin spread out in all directions to the floor forming an enormous crinoline skirt. He noticed that his long hair was tied up, with what felt to his fingers like ribbon, beneath some kind of hat. He even wore a pair of pink gloves that reached nearly to his elbows, terminating in a frill of white lace. There were shoes somewhere beneath the crinoline, but he had no hope of ever seeing them.
“Oh,” said Lisa. “It’s perfect.”
“Perfect?” he wasn’t convinced.
“You are the height of Victorian fashion.”
“What do I have on my head?”
“One second,” she said and spun around to the computer. A full length mirror appeared next to Eric and he got his first glimpse of his whole outfit. Lisa was right. He looked like some supper busty version of a Victorian lady in his strapless pink dress covered in frills and lace and ribbons. Even his hat was some tight floral arrangement with more pink and lace.
“This is ridiculous,” he said looking at his backside. “I mean, I can’t even sit down in this. How am I supposed to get out of the room?”
Lisa didn’t even seem to hear his complaints as she was so enthralled by the dress she’d made. “Now do you see why it took so long? I had to get it just right,” said Lisa as she stood up to admire her work.
“But… why?”
“’Why?’” Lisa said. “Oh, well, I always had these gorgeous porcelain dolls as a girl. Well, not actual porcelain, but, like, plastic, you know, right?” It was now Lisa’s turn to blush. “It’s silly, but I wanted to create a pretty dress like I’d always dreamed to make for one of them.”
Eric stared at her. He was being dressed like a doll by his girlfriend. “Oh,” he said. She looked worried, and he realized just how much he could hurt her right now by saying the wrong thing. “It’s lovely,” he said. “Really pretty.”
She smiled, “Really?”
“Yep.”
She tried to hug him, but pretty much all they did was press their huge breasts together as they grasped each other’s arms. “Thank you,” she said. “That was a dream come true. Thank you.”
When she stepped back, she said, “Alright, you’ve been very understanding about the dress, and you lied to me just right about liking it.”
“Wait, I didn’t-“
“Shush,” she said. “Now it’s your turn to dress me.” She smiled broadly and gestured to her curvy naked figure. “Go to town on me, Sweetie.”
Eric smiled back. This was going to be fun.